Old Bud's Latter Generations

The Sally Bee house sits stoic on the hillside right off the main square. Recently sold on the auction block, the contents were spectacular.

How in the world did Miss Sally Bee afford all these luxuries? Speculation and rumor fired up once more.

Miss Dalley, the maid, just stayed in the background with her daughter, Booty. They shook their heads and gave one another long glances as the nair-do-wells poked and proded through the house.

"Mama, Miss Sally would have a fit if she saw this going on!"

"Yes she would baby girl, but that's the way of things now-a-days. I'm just glad Miss Sally had me torch those personal things she didn't want others to see. All she had was the last note Mr. Bud gave to her and she held onto it until till she passed."

"You still got that note, don't you Mama?"

"Sure do and ain't gonna destroy it. It was precious to her as was Mr. Bud."

"Mama, why didn't they get married? They loved one another so."

"Because, baby girl. Mr. Bud wanted to but Miss Sally said, ""If you can't be faithful to me only Bud, I will not marry you!""

"Poor Miss Sally."


Even Old Bud's nieces came to the sale. They wanted to be nosey and see just what "their" money had bought all those years as Old Bud had left Miss Sally fixed in his will.

The sisters, Mary Lou and Jessie Fawn, snickered as they went into Miss Sally Bee's bedroom.

"Bet they had a good time in here!"

"Hush Fawn! You don't want to add to her mystique, do you?" said Mary Lou.

"Well, at least we aren't anyone's whore now are we?"

"Gurl, she could have been our aunt, hush!"


Problem was they both were whores. Little did they know that their own Mama was a richly paid one in New Orleans where their Daddy, Old Bud's brother, Ben spent many a weekend.

Ben was the younger brother of Old Bud. He was just in his prime when they struck the first well. Buying the first 50's Cadilac convertable , that next Friday, he left and headed south with the top down.

According to Ben, he met Jennabelle in the Quarter strolling down the street. He didn't mention that it was Bourban Street. Nor did he mention that it was the best sex he had ever had , or the first sex he ever had.

Jennabelle had just been shopping and saw the car slow down with it's occupant staring at her. She nodded and he stopped.

"Can I give you a lift?" he asked.

Jennabelle was excited to see a man with real money and accepted the ride.

Ben and she had a wild time that first weekend. She knew he was in-experienced and felt a giddiness as he was a promising mate. Never did Ben imagine that he was becoming the biggest sucker in history as he couldn't imagine Jennabelle's intentions.

Three months later, Ben brought home his new bride. They settled into Aunt Jonny's apartments right off the boulevard for their wedded bliss. The family had suspicions about Jennabelle's past, but since Ben was so happy, they accepted her.

Aunt Jonny called her a Jezebel, a woman who is scheming and evil. Aunt Jonny was right.

3rd house on the Right

3rd house on the right was an oil barron who made it after the depression when his family found a huge field of oil and gas on their poor property that wouldn't grow dirt. But they did grow in stature with the community.

Sounds like the hit show of the 60's, The Beverly Hillbillies. They knew nothing of social skills, but aquired them slowly after the monies started pouring in during the early 40's and still today.

Stories of the "latter generations" will fill you in on the ravages of how money destroyed those same folks.

Old Bud was a character in his own right. He was a true hustler working day and night once the oil was discovered. He knew from WWI that our great country needed the petroleum to make our men winners on the battlefield, which he never saw.

Old Bud challenged many to a duel over a woman, or should I say 'women' of our fair delta land. Believe you me, the women were hot after him too. Although he never married, it came as no shock to the family, that he had many a hussy for his exploits. After all, he needed his refreshments like a horse needs water from a well and his well, that is Old Bud's well never ran dry.

One of his favorite companions was Miss Sally Bee. She was a gorgeous woman and men, which men, were always after. Providing the cover of school librarian, it wasn't well known by the women of the community that she did have her admirers. Nor did they know she was Old Bud's favorite.

So favored was her wares, that Old Bud built a house for her in the hills. A perfect rondeveaux, place, Old Bud never let it be known that he truly loved her. She was chaste until Old Bud and remained so after his death. Never asking for anything, Old Bud made all her dreams come true with the exception of bearing him an heir.

Not that he wanted any, but when she did conceive, she lost them just as quickly. There was never an explanation, and she refused to see a doctor, fearing the truth of her life be known.

Old Bud was riding in the fields one day and met an untimely death. His jeep flipped, throwing him into a bar pit, thus drowning in his own brew.

When word came to Miss Sally Bee, tears welled up in her eyes; though never a drop spilled down her cheeks.

It was said that she spent the rest of her life in the house he built and never saw the light of day again. A mere, 30 years old at his death, she lived until her death at 94, being cared for by her maid and her maid's children.

Upon her death only a brief love letter from Old Bud was found clutched in her hand, as was a smile on her face.

Old Bud's brother and sister received the family fortune and their heirs after them with Miss Sally Bee provided for handsomely.